I've Been ID'd

It finally happened. 

I am now 21, and since I choose to not participate in the consumption of alcohol, I haven't gotten a chance to prove to the outside world, that I am, in fact, 21. I was dealt a hand of cards some of you are all too familiar with: the forever young look. Baby face. Short. Wide eyed gaze. The whole nine yards. When revealing my age to strangers, I often get the various stages of nervous laughter followed by "wow you look 14!" 

Thank you for that statement that I have never heard before.

Well last night, it finally happened.

I was with my friend at Hollywood Studios, and we decided to treat ourselves to a milkshake from the 50's Prime Time Cafe. We didn't want to eat a meal, so we decided to order from the bar, which my friend informed me she had done multiple times before. So we grabbed two barstools next to a young lady who looked similar in age to us. 

I asked to borrow her menu, and discovered she was just ordering water and onion rings, so I figured she was under 21. I watched the bartender interact with the customers. This guy was a jerk. He obviously was against tips or something because his attitude basically demanded we not tip him. The bartender came up to us, after a good while of waiting, but he did not want to take our order. Instead, in a formidable voice, said "No one under 21 can sit at the bar."

My friend and Onion Rings glanced around and slowly got out of their seats. I was about to join the 20 year old rejects (term of endearment, I promise), when it dawned on me... a hole in the ceiling burst open, and a beam of light shown directly upon me, and a still little voice whispered sweetly in my ear, "YOU ALYSSA ARE 21!" 

*picture this scene in slow motion; it's so much better*

I gathered my courage. I swiveled in my sweet, and drew out my wallet. I looked that bartender directly in the eye, and said, "Well, I am 21," and I whipped out my drivers license and slid it across the bar. He picks up the ID, takes out a magnifying glass... I'm joking, but he did take 5 minutes examining it. He saw that I am indeed 21, and turned a satisfying shade of red. In a small voice, he asked "what'll you have?" And I, in my 21 year old voice, said "Yeah, I'll have a milkshake please."

He turned a deeper shade of red. "You want a milkshake?" I nodded, a smug smile on my face. Yes, I, the 21 year old, want a milkshake. JUST a milkshake.

I have never been so satisfied with purchasing a milkshake in my life. The milkshake that I was ID'd for.